Am I the Asshole?
Copyright© 2025 by RickSands
Chapter 37
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 37 - A young man looks back at his life and lusts. Considering each of the girls and women he's known, he smiles as memories come to mind, relishing the connection and ecstasy that came with each conquest and every ounce of semen he poured between their legs. And so as his past relationships are recounted to himself and the reader, he only slowly comes to realize that maybe he really is the problem after all. Codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft mt/Fa ft/ft Teenagers Coercion Consensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Brother Father Aunt Light Bond Gang Bang Oriental Female Hispanic Female Indian Female Anal Sex Cream Pie Oral Sex Water Sports Teacher/Student
Spent the weekend knowing exactly what Sherri was doing, and with whom, while having no sense of understanding what kind of a relationship I had with her. Any other guy would have thrown her to the ground and fucked her silly just one more time before tossing her well-used ass to the curb. I couldn’t. I really did have it bad for the girl, however badly she treated me or herself.
Cuckold. That’s the term, even when Sherri and I had never had any kind of understanding or formal agreement. Pathetic wimp boyfriend. Another good one, but there was something more there and I needed to see it through. So I lied to Jack and others as well as myself and waited for Wednesday and my Sherri to come around.
Working late on a Monday night, a rock in my gut as I thought of meeting Sherri on Wednesday. Really did plan on going to her front door and banging on the door before she had a chance to pretend to her parents that she was going to school. Then I received a text from Sherri, saying she was at my place, wondering when I’d be home.
So of course I cut work short and rushed back. She was sitting on the steps and before I noticed the haggard look on her face, I just had to slice into her with a whip and chain of my own.
“Sherri. Surprised you’re here. Won’t your parents be wondering where you are? Maybe worried that your special relationship with your precious Okada is going to be ruined?”
Then I saw her eyes. No tears, just stress, like I was looking into the face of someone who just realized she was caught in a nightmare scenario and would never be allowed to escape.
I apologized, pulled her to her feet, and we walked in silence up to the apartment. Jack was there, but with a wave of my hand we moved on to my room. Sat on the edge of my bed, sex the furthest thing from my mind as Sherri unburdened herself, both of us knowing she’d never be free of what she was telling me.
“My parents sold me,” she said in a quiet voice, waiting for my reaction before going on to explain.
“You know, to Mr. Okada. He knew everything before he’d even given me the job last summer. And you wanna know the kicker? He doesn’t see anything wrong with it. Sure, hid it from me all this time, but now that I know he doesn’t think its anything to be excited about.
“Just saw my parents, asked them, and they think the same. Fucking whore like me, what does it matter? Easy work on my back all weekend, free college, even a condo to live in as long as I’m available between classes for Mr. Okada and his son. Why should they care as long as they get something out of me too?”
I was still confused but kept my response as simple as possible.
“Yeah. Pretty bad. I can see why you’re upset, but didn’t your parents know about you and Mr. Okada? Like him keeping you out for entire weekends. They did a lot more than just suspect you were dating a high school guy, right?”
“Oh, yeah. They knew. Sometimes even Friday through Monday. After a few months Mr. Okada even dropped me off himself, waving to my parents. Never stayed to talk. Maybe too embarrassed, or simply not caring to bother with the parents of his own private whore.”
“Stop it, Sherri,” I said, disturbed at how she was treating herself. “You’ve talked a lot about how your boss really cares for you, and it seems like you mean more to him than just a hooker off the street.”
She just shrugged, looking at the floor, focused on things in her head I couldn’t guess at.
“So, you found out something. How’d that happen? Did Mr. Okada or your parents say something you didn’t know about before?”
“His son, Tim. Kind of stupid, really. I’d spent all of Saturday with Mr. Okada and a friend of his, like cooped up in his little Japanese house. Went to a hotel suite we usually spend the night in and Tim was there. No Junee, so the dad went to bed and Tim and I stayed up until late.
“Woke up with Mr. Okada banging on the door and telling us he was in the mood for pancakes. Went to this hole-in-the-wall place out near the warehouse. Like a place for truckers but seriously good pancakes. Sourdough, the real stuff, and that’s when everything fell apart.
“I just mentioned off the top of my head that my friend Roy had a mother that made her own sourdough for bread and pancakes and that they weren’t as good as what we were eating. Just a quick nothing of a comment, but then Tim replied, asking if that Roy was the same as the Roy and Glen I used to live with.
“You hear that? Tim knew about Roy and Glen, the twins. Right off the top of his head, meaning him and his dad knew, meaning my parents had told Mr. Okada. Realized that in a second but pretended nobody said nothing. Didn’t ask Mr. Okada about it until we were alone. And, yeah, he knew everything. My entire life’s history, including the twins. Never came right out and said he hired me just so I could suck up and hold all of his excess semen, but it’s pretty obvious.”
“Wait,” I said, my brain finally kicking in and putting two pieces of the puzzle together. “I thought the twins were like a secret thing on the side. How did your parents know enough to talk with Okada about them?”
Sherri was silent for a long minute but I refused to allow her to escape this important fact. She didn’t want to admit it, but there was no way around it.
“Roy and Glen didn’t exactly try to keep me a secret from their parents. I’d skipped school to be with them one day and the mother came home for lunch. Found us naked and playing a lot more than a video game in the front room. She didn’t really seem to care, but after a little questioning she realized I was underage and maybe a liability to the good name and future of her boys. Instead of throwing me out she drove me home and openly told my parents about what was going on.
“I was so embarrassed, discussing this in front of my own mom and dad, but all they did is shrug and say that my life was my own and that they’d washed their hands of me back when they’d caught that other boy in my bedroom. Short story made way short, the mom took me to a doctor, did a health check, and told the twins that it was all up to them and me to work out.
“Packed a bag and moved in, though like a girl without a bed of her own, going from Roy’s bedroom to Glen’s and back again. After spending an entire week with the twins I came back from school one day to find one of their bedrooms stuffed wall to wall with a king sized bed. Their mom figured that since we were all sleeping together then we might as well be comfortable. Damn thing was literally wall to wall. Big enough for six people, or maybe just big enough for two randy guys and their slut girlfriend.”
“You get that Louis?” Sherri said, her dour expression changing to a leer and a smile, then followed by a maniacal laugh. She laughed, like a full-on minute, me pulling back and worried for her sanity.
“Would your parents have done that if I’d spent a week with you? What woman does that, buying a giant bed so her sons could fuck a live-in girlfriend in comfort? The dad didn’t care much for the arrangement, but the mom really kind of took to me. We talked about everything, school and dress and my driver’s license and stuff, but never about sex with her boys. What happened upstairs stayed upstairs, which is amazing considering how loud we could get. Once went a whole month without going back home, not that my parents cared. I know the two moms would talk on the phone, just to stay in touch, but there was never any kind of friendship between the parents.
“And she really did make good sourdough pancakes. Every Sunday morning. While my parents went to church, the twins and I spent the day doing fun stuff. Other than sex, I mean. The weekends were all about concerts or movies or hanging out with their friends. I was always introduced as a friend, but their friends knew. Got a few questions on the side from some girls but never anything direct. Lot’s of looks, though, which made it kind of weird.
“One thing I was never invited to was extended family gatherings in another city. Only happened a couple of times, where the parents and twins would take off and leave the house to me. Made me out to be a kind of pet or live in servant where the boys had special rights and privileges.”
“Come on,” I said, holding Sherri’s hand while trying to keep up with all the new history she was feeding me. “The mom seems to have liked you.”
“I thought so, like a real mom would care for a daughter. We talked and connected, but I kind of knew she just saw me as a good way to keep her boys happy. Certainly better than them dating girls they found online or picking up girls at bars. I was perfect, even ready to be tossed aside once summer hit and the boys had to fly back to finish up at their university.
“That happened. Lived with them for near six months and then I had to go. They were bummed, the mom even took me out shopping the weekend before the twins left, but once the car door slammed and they drove off I was on my own again. Got a card from Glen and the mom even sent over a cool necklace for my birthday. Had a real ruby in it, but then that was it. It’s like I didn’t mean anything to them anymore.
“Moved back into my old room. Hadn’t been dusted in months. When I took out the bedding to be cleaned, like washing the sheets, my mother asked why bother. Why bother washing something I’d only get dirty anyway. That was their opinion of me. Too dirty to bother trying to clean.”
Sherri was on the verge of falling into a pit, a bottomless pit. She was acting just like someone about to commit suicide. I knew I had to keep her talking, to give me a chance to help her find a reason to live.
I’d known of her long relationship with Glen and Roy, but the fact that Sherri lived with them for six months, and with the total knowledge of her own mom and dad, was new to me. Made my mind melt but also made the rock in my stomach grow a little heavier. Just one more thing Sherri had chosen not to share with me until it was convenient for her to do so.
“That was rotten of them,” I whispered, pulling Sherri close, trying to think of something to say that didn’t involve my own selfish needs or curiosity. “Your parents stink, but Glen and Roy and especially the parents owe you so much more. They used you. Burning their house down wouldn’t even begin to quality as equal payback.”
That got a small smile from Sherri and she leaned her head against my shoulder. Trying to keep my brain on track, I brought the conversation back to why Sherri turned up at my place.
“Your parents are shit. Kind of obvious they don’t see you as their daughter, not for real. I don’t even get why you care what they think anymore. This was a year ago and yet you’ve continued to live with them and by their rules. You should have looked me up. I would have taken you in and kept you.”
Nothing but talk, but Sherri didn’t argue, so I continued.
“So how does this have anything to do with your Mr. Okada? He knew about the twins, both him and his son, and if you hadn’t filled him in after maybe one too many bottles of sake, then your parents must have said something. That confuses me. It’s bad enough they made a deal with the mom of the twins to keep her sons warm and happy. But why would this have anything to do with Okada?”
“Not totally sure,” Sherri replied before then answering in full. “After breakfast yesterday, Tim took off to do some work at the flooring warehouse. Mr. Okada was going to do the same but I mentioned that the roses were starting to bloom at a local garden and wanted to see them. We went there for a short walk and that’s when I asked how he knew about the twins.
“I stood there in the middle of all those roses and asked point blank how he knew. He did what he normally does, treating me like a kid who just doesn’t understand adult things. Said my parents were always concerned about me and whenever he saw them or even saw my dad at work they’d talk about me. Naturally my time living with the twins came up and its no surprise that he may have mentioned my time with the twins to Tim. He treated it as no big deal, but I pushed. I refused to budge and asked him point blank if he made a pass at me, took me in the back room of the store, and then turned me into his mistress because of the loose personal history my parents had laid out for him.
“‘Did you see me as a good and easy fuck?’ I asked. Right there to his face. He was shocked and looked around to make sure nobody else was nearby before answering me. ‘I was aware of your history, my little fox-spirit,’ he said, using a kind of special name he has for me. ‘Your parents mentioned you were troubled and looking for yourself and brought up those twin boys you were seeing. I must have mentioned this to Tim. That isn’t unusual given how much Tim has come to like you. I even think you are replacing that other woman, Junee. Once you move and begin university in the fall, you may find Tim spending more time with you than with his wife. What do you think of that? I think that neither of us could go more than a few days without seeing you. Is that so bad?’
“See how he dodged the question? Didn’t want to answer me, not directly, so I pushed in a different direction. Asked him why he bothered with me since he knew I had a past. He must have dozens of pretty girls and women working for him. If he wanted to stray from his wife, why choose me?
“He was more direct this time, maybe even giving up a little more than he thought. Mr. Okada took my hand in his, something he normally doesn’t do in public. Then he explained, like to a little kid, how he fell for me the first time he saw me when he visited my folks. Didn’t say he loved me. He’s never said that. Just said he fell for me and couldn’t get my face out of his mind. He claimed he wanted to help me and my parents and that’s why he gave me the job last summer. Yes, I was a beautiful young woman, but he gave me the job to help me, not to take me to his bed.”
“So he claimed he was just a friend of the family wanting to help you out. No man out there could possibly see you and not fall in love with how you look or with your voice or eyes. Sure. Just wanted to give you a job. Total bull. I don’t trust the old guy. What did you say back?”
“Didn’t know what to say so I dropped it. He knew the question was still on my mind, like whether or not my parents gave him all the information he needed to see me as the perfect slut mistress to keep him happy and sexually sated every week. He knew what I was thinking but like any guy he couldn’t see anything wrong with it. While he drove me home he continued talking to me like a kid but in a more firm voice and with a kind of finality that meant I needed to get with the program and shut the fuck up.
“‘We have a good thing,’ he said, putting a hand out to my leg. ‘You have a good thing. I’m taking care of you and your parents. I’m spending a lot of money to make sure they know how good I am to you. Their car is actually leased by my company, and those upgrades in their home were taken care of by Tim and other associates. I’m making sure they are indebted to me so that I can keep you close. I care for you that much, Sherri. And once you are eighteen in July, I’ll move you to a special condo near the university. All for you. No whore would ever be treated like this, so don’t think like that. Please trust me. You mean so much to Tim and myself. Stop worrying and know instead how you have become a special part of the Okada family.’
“Patted my leg, told me he was even coming to my graduation and would have a party at the hotel restaurant, even including my parents. That bit about being a whore kind of hurt, but his words made sense. I’d known he was bribing my parents to look sideways when he needed my services over long weekends and it did seem odd for me to be set up with housing and tuition and everything if he didn’t actually feel responsible and care for me. It was too confusing, so I dropped it and just nodded my head.
“That’s when the strangest thing happened. Instead of dropping me off like normal, Mr. Okada went inside with me and talked with my parents. Told them what a good employee I was and they just smiled, all the while knowing I’d just spent the night with him. I don’t think they knew anything about Tim or other special friends that showed up from time to time. Mr. Okada reminded them that he’d be there for my graduation ceremony on Saturday and excused himself, saying he had a special present to give me in private.
“Walked me to my room, closed the door, and dropped his pants. Told me to suck his dick, even with my parents just down the hall. This was so unlike him, acting like a real jerk, but that’s exactly what he intended. He was pushing back, reminding me of who and what I was. More importantly, he was reminding me who and what he was to me.
“What could I do? I realized that was my life, what everyone expected me to be, and I just kneeled and did what I had gotten really good at. Tried not to make any noise. I was so embarrassed with my parents probably listening at the door, but then I realized it didn’t matter. They knew. They’d probably set me up, telling Mr. Okada I’d probably be a better employee if only he’d fuck me twice a week and every other Sunday. So what the hell. I pulled his hands down to my tits, moaned like a whore, pushed him back on my bed. Then I mounted him and rode him for another ten minutes, the bed squeaking as I fed him my tits and fucked the old goat like the whore he said I wasn’t. Made the fucking house shake. Even got an orgasm out of it. Yep. Best little slut employee any boss could possibly want.
“The old guy still made me suck him clean afterwards. I did him one better and sucked his balls as well, telling him that his son couldn’t pump out half the cum he could. A lie but it made his eyes shine.
“After he left I totally ignored my parents. Ordered a pizza using the company credit card and ate it in my room, my head still trying to understand all the shit swirling around me. But then today, right in the middle of lunch at school, I remembered something. A year ago, right after the twins turned their backs on me and Mr. Okada offered me the job, he also said it was normal for all new hires to go through a medical check-up. Told me that most part-timers aren’t given medical insurance, but that since he knew my parents he’d offer that as well.”
“Yeah,” I said, my head still filled with the vision of Sherri blowing and fucking old Mr. Okada with her parents just outside the door. “Kind of odd, medical insurance for part-timers. It took three months of full-time work for me to get that benefit.”
“Seemed like a job straight from heaven,” continued Sherri, her eyes blank, her mind focused on the reality she’d been living over the past year. “Little high school kid working at this specialty arts store. Went to the doctor’s, got the clean bill of health, and started work. And then a week later I was being bent over the table by Mr. Okada and given a literal taste of what my real work duties were to be.
“I suppose that back-room action was the real interview, Mr. Okada needing to know if the stories my parents had told him were true. I was embarrassed while it was all going on. Trembling, making noises, even wetting the old man’s pants when I had an orgasm. Nice girls don’t do that. Turned out that Mr. Okada was bored of his wife and other girls who just lay on the bed and put up with him. He liked sluts and got turned on by how I’d shake and have tremors and make noises every time he stuck his dick in me.
“You know what I’m like, Louis,” Sherrie said with a half-smile, joking while talking about something that was giving me an ulcer. “You know how I can’t keep still when you’re laying into me. Legs waving, jerking around and making all that noise. Not all guys are into girls who are literally turned on by the simple act of fucking. Seems that you and Mr. Okada are similar like that. A girl that’s addicted to having a dick in her. Not every day you can find a girl like me.
“Back at the warehouse is when the real job interview took place. All afternoon and half the night. Old guy got it up three more times, playing around and doing things I bet his wife never let him even think about, and all I did is everything he asked me to do. It was obvious right then what I was really hired for. Once I was cleared by the doctor and Mr. Okada did a test run of me and my special talents, I’ve been doing what everyone has expected me to do.
“First Okada, then his occasional friend, then Tim and those all-day parties at the flooring warehouse. Tim doesn’t have a fake house like his father, but when not at the hotel he rolls out a special rug in the back of the warehouse. Sound system, alcohol, maybe some friends, and of course me and maybe Junee. Sure, only the purest of Okada semen to fill my pussy, but then another two or so dicks with condoms for me to fuck and make happy. Must be the best deal of the century, buying my parents off and then paying me minimum wage in exchange for my weekend services. Every day of every long weekend. Shit.
“And now every hour something else pops into my head, of how everyone else has known what the game plan is while I’m the clueless kid trying to catch up. I knew I was a paid whore for the company boss, but it really has taken a full year for it all to sink in.
“Like Junee. That last time she joined us, all Sunday and even Monday. Made me miss class so we could sleep together that night. She mentioned in passing how Tim and his dad had a place they were fixing up for us to share. Didn’t think anything of it. Mr. Okada had mentioned that he’d pay for my tuition and look into housing and I thought Junee was just talking for the sake of talk.
“Now I think I get it. Not just talk. I really think Mr. Okada and Tim are consolidating assets, bringing me closer to where the center of home and business is. He’d mentioned closing the arts warehouse and hiring another manager to expand the flooring business here. That’s where the real money is. No more flights up on weekends. I’m probably going to go from part-time personal assistant to full-time member of human resources.
“And my university classes. Even my parents were excited to find out I’d been accepted, but fuck that. Tim’s mentioned that maybe I could stick to online courses to start off with. Maybe a couple of liberal arts classes, go to school part-time, take it easy, get a tan, enjoy my freedom. Sure. Save all my time for him and his dad and their after-hours business needs.”
Sherri went quiet, my own head feeling like it was about to explode. I held Sherri close and then took her out for a quick burger and milkshake. Heat was coming on and a simple meal with a really good shake was all she needed to regain a bit of a smile. None of what she’d said could be pushed aside, so I tried to step in and redirect her newly conscious yet twisted reality.
“I think your parents and the twins and your Mr. Okada all suck. Don’t wait until you’re eighteen to take your life into your own hands. Fuck. Don’t even wait until graduation. Move in with me and we’ll figure it all out on our own. It’s pretty obvious that you’re being played, used by all these others. If you moved away from your parents’ and quit that service-sector job where you only have one job duty, then you could make a new life for yourself. You know, one with me.”
Sherri paused in finishing off her shake and I really thought I’d gotten to her, but then she gave me that cynical kind of a snide smile, shaking her head and rolling her eyes.
“You’re sweet, Louis,” giving off a line that always made me flinch. “You trying to act like some white knight, riding up to save me from all the demons I’m surrounded by. You and your twenty-year old car and job selling car parts. One part of me finds it appealing, but we both know it couldn’t last for more than a week.
“I’ve got to live my own life. Sure, got to make some decisions down the road, but I’ve got to face some realities too. I’m just now coming to grips with who I’ve been and what I’ve done all this time. Scared shitless to think of who the real me is under all that. It’s good being able to talk it out with you, like laying it all out on the line and seeing where all the shit is. Doesn’t look pretty, especially where my parents fit into it, but its not like I can just walk away. It’s just not that easy.
“Besides, you white knights always have a history of your own. Talked to Terri a while ago and she mentioned you being tight with a girl named Sandy. Of course one of our group from that party. Said you might not be seeing her anymore, but I’m betting you’ve still got the phone numbers of all those girls. Just working your way down the list. I’m amazed as shit that we met in that shoe shop, but that doesn’t mean the universe wants us to be together forever. Maybe just long enough for me to work you out of my system, so let’s not get carried away.”
She laughed, a long chuckle, shaking her head at how silly a guy like me could be. I offered her everything, all of my life and more, and Sherri just treated me like another guy with a raging boner who would turn away and forget her once his balls were emptied.
I argued back with expected results.
“You forget. I’m the one you can talk to. Not your parents or the twins or Mr. Okada. You know already how they’ll use you and now you’re giving up, maybe trying to figure out how you can game the system. I don’t get it, Sherri. Sure, I’m a simple minded fool struggling for rent money, but what I offer you is real. Go ahead and tell me I’m not what you want, but don’t laugh at me. From what I see, I’m the only real thing you can count on.”
Sherri lost her arrogance but didn’t get up and hug me either. As we left I urged her to stay the night with me, but she refused. Still worried about what they might say to the all-mighty Okada, I think.
I was pissed, but once in the car I reminded her that I was going to celebrate her graduation Wednesday night. I knew it was just a lame get-together with a few odd friends, made all the more pathetic when compared to what Mr. Okada probably had planned that Saturday night, but it was the best I could do. She promised to save the night for me, thanked me for being a good friend, and kissed my cheek when I dropped her off.
I felt like a fool.
Still, stuck with the program. Should have treated Sherri to a nice night out at her favorite restaurant but I couldn’t think straight. Got a friend to allow me to use his back yard for the mid-week graduation party. Ordered in some favorite Mexican food and an ice-cream cake and a large bowl of sangria, Jack even giving up a half-bottle of cheap brandy.
A nice party, but my heart wasn’t really into it. I’d fallen into a bit of a depression, thinking Sherri was just going through the motions herself. I might have seen myself as the one true friend she could count on, but she only saw me as a clueless white knight with a boner under his denim armor.
To make it more depressing, only my friends showed up. She knew Jack but Sherri had only met the other guys in passing. I’d called Terri and tried to get her and Fern to drop by, but I think she distrusted my motives and made some excuse about it being the last week of classes. Meaning Sherri was stuck making conversation with a half-dozen men who were themselves clueless about what her past or future held.
And to top it all off, I was a dick. She’d begged off our normal Wednesday get-together in my bedroom, claiming she really did have some coursework to finish up before graduation. I picked her up just after five. She was in the car all of one minute when she mentioned that the following week Mr. Okada was going to fly her to where she’d be staying when her university started the following fall. Not hanging out for a month so I could spend time badgering her to live with me. Her decision had been made. Be a pretend student and a real life live-in mistress. My heart was broken and the only direction I could go was mean.
I argued and cajoled, drinking some of Jack’s brady straight and, right there in front of the guys, told Sherri that she was making a mistake that would cost her freedom. The others were clueless, asking what Sherri would major in at university and I stuck both feet into my mouth.
“Social services,” I’d said, putting a hand-out to Sherri’s ass. “Or human resources. Take your pick. Doesn’t matter. Sherri here will ace all of her classes. All she has to do is go to her knees and beg for a passing grade.”
The guys were a little confused and a bit embarrassed at what I’d said but Sherri was happy to rub my face in it.
“Yeah. What Louis is trying to say is that what I can’t earn I can bargain for with my mouth. That’s why all of you guys were invited here. Poor Jack has been watching me walk naked around the apartment and I’ve never once given up my services. Ticks Louis off, knowing I give it up to half the guys in the city but not to his friends, so here’s your chance. Pull your dicks out, gents. Longest first, but good host that he is, Louis will wait to go last.”
This short speech shocked me straight, but before she’d even finished, Sherri had opened her blouse and bra, baring her chest and tits for all to see.